Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty-Six

RAE

I swear, I’m falling so deeply for Logan Quincy, I can barely breathe.

~Be mine~.

If only he knew I already was. I belonged to Logan the moment he listened to me ramble about photography when we hiked the Living Room.

There’s too much distance between us. I grind my hips into his, feeling his hard bulge beneath my center.

He groans, tilting his head back, as I run my lips along his neck, lingering in the spot by his collarbone that drives him crazy.

His fingers brush my sides as they pull my blouse over my head.

I should care that the lights are on, that he can see my not-so-flat stomach and the stretch marks on my hips, but I don’t. I ~want~ to be bare in front of him.

I’d also ~really~ like him to be bare in front of me.

I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he tosses it over his shoulder like he’s giving it away to a crowd. Without warning, he lifts me still straddling him, and walks us into his bedroom.

I squeal and giggle into his shoulder, unable to keep the goofy smile off my face.

He rests me on the bed and stands at the foot of it, gazing down at me like I’m a work of art, not an out-of-shape photographer with a roommate who cooks too many sweets.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with so much tenderness in his voice I could cry.

I sigh at the sight of his chiseled pecs, his six-pack, his shoulders with just the perfect amount of bulk.

He leans forward to hover over me, and I pull him down, digging my fingers into his back when his mouth finds the crook of my neck.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles as he sends tingles across my bare sides with his soft touches.

His fingers easily unlatch my bra, and I wiggle out of it, making us both laugh for a second before our lips connect again, moving together in a frenzy.

His lips lock onto my neck and travel south, lingering on the tops of my breasts. He lifts his eyes, silently asking for permission, and I nod, desperate to feel his mouth on every part of my body.

He teases me, kissing every inch of skin from my shoulders to the valley between my breasts. It’s only when I shift atop him that he places his mouth over a nipple and flicks his tongue, sending chills across my chest.

“You,” he whispers between kisses. “Are. Beautiful.”

His fingers travel from my chest to my waist, taking their time to memorize my skin, my every curve.

He slips his hand beneath my panties, exhaling sharply when he feels how aroused I am. “Take these off,” he commands.

I shimmy out of my pants, and he pulls my panties aside while I unbuckle his belt. His hand only moves when I begin to unzip his fly. I whimper when he holds it over my head, pressing me into the mattress.

“Not yet.” He kisses me deeply. “I want you to come first.” His lips trail down my body and settle on my inner thighs. He nibbles the skin while his fingers move expertly around my clit.

“Logan,” I moan.

His response is to replace his fingers with his mouth. My breath catches in my throat as he takes control, holding down my hips and torturing me with his sweet tongue.

Moan after moan leaves my mouth as his fingers and lips move perfectly. Pressure builds deep inside me, and somehow knowing I’m on the edge, he increases the intensity.

I grip the sheets as I come, pleasure rolling across my body in waves.

“Now you can have me,” he whispers, casting aside his jeans.

He’s rock-hard beneath his briefs, and he groans when I run my fingers lightly up his length. I move my lips from his mouth to his neck, down to his shoulder, but he stops me before I reach where I want to be.

“I want you now,” he growls.

I tug his briefs with both hands, feeling the same desperation. With a low groan, he aligns our hips and slowly presses against me. I guide him to my entrance, eliciting a moan from us both.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly when he thrusts his full length into me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He rocks his hips gently, increasing the pace when I move mine in sync. I feel myself stretching to accommodate his size while his body rubs against my clit.

Already, there’s a small tug building inside me, strengthening with every thrust.

“I’m going to… ~Oh~ .”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Come for me, Rae.”

I gasp when my second climax, more powerful than the first, rocks through me in waves.

My body trembles and my head tilts back in ecstasy. I want to stay like this forever, legs wrapped around Logan while he pushes deep into my core.

“You’re so sexy when you come,” he whispers into my ear, pulling a whimper from my lips. “Will you ride me, Rae?”

The way he says my name in that husky, deep tone… I’d do anything for him. I don’t have to answer his question. He sees the “yes” in my eyes and pulls out, leaning onto his back.

I slide down his length and move my hips, finding the rhythm that has us both shaking with pleasure.

I bend forward to kiss him when his fingers trace the sides of my breasts. With a grunt, Logan takes control, thrusting while he holds my hips in line with his.

“You’re so tight,” he growls.

I’m too far gone to form words. I can only whimper and press my lips to his while he thrusts deeper and faster into me.

Just when I think I can’t bear another sensation, he slips his hand between us and strokes the sensitive skin around my clit. I cry out in pleasure and finish when he groans and spills himself inside me.

For a moment, we stay like that, catching our breaths, until I find the strength to roll myself down beside him.

“Three,” I mutter. I’m not sure if I’m talking to Logan or myself or the universe.

“Three?” he asks, wiping his sweaty brow.

“Three orgasms,” I whisper. “~Three~.”

He grins. “Four next time.”

I shiver involuntarily, and Logan cracks up. He kisses my cheek tenderly and rises from the bed to clean up.

When he returns, he nestles his head into my neck, peppering me with kisses, while I giggle and squirm from the tickles, loving every second.

I’m usually a self-conscious wreck after sex. Even with Jake, I wanted to hide beneath the blankets, hating the appearance of my bare skin. I felt too exposed, and I hated it.

Tonight, I don’t hate my body because I honestly think, for whatever reason, Logan finds me, all of me, beautiful.